24 June 2012

In the summer time When the evening is cold While the wind still blows Up the brick grows mould

As the searching wind, Let's it's fingers down your clothes

In the summer time, with cool wisps of air The unforgiving rain sticking to your hair

Well they work together, draining heat and letting so free

In the summer time, when your feet at soggy The wet warm provided, Left you feeling groggy

We should really change, our conceptions of British summer

YassineSun Sun And More Rain • Opuss № I